Those Hidden Letters

Chapter 6

A/N: Hey! Sorry for the late update. It's been a hectic month for us-- well, 2 months. But never-mind.. We had a very little time to write but, whenever we did, we wrote this. Hope y'all like it.

 

Tell us what you feel about the chapter and what do you think should happen next? 

Okay, enough of talks, now.

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Next day was hectic again; Jiff and I went for flat searching again.This time we found it. The perfect flat- a beautiful apartment with two bedrooms and a great view, near our uni, and the most important: not too expensive. It took me one week to complete all the formalities and completely own the flat. We had to do 

the shifting all by ourselves- of course Jiffy was there to help. Jiffy actually did most of the work.

You could say he is a sweetheart-- which well, he is-- and I am lazy... Very, very lazy. 

Next month we had our mid-semester exams, so it was time we both get busy in our studies.

As we got more and more engrossed in studies, I realized I hadn't written a letter to him. In weeks.

Oh boy! Am I that stupid? 

Maybe! 

Never mind.

I had my Sociology exam the very next day. I wrote down a letter in a hurry and posted it. As I was coming back walking down the street, I thought to myself if he would ever reply.

He will. Now stop being annoying, dear Mind! 

I snapped back at my mind. 

I walked down the street and imagined that I was walking down with him, which made the way shorter-- well, that's what it seemed! 

Suddenly, I had a thought... How far could my obsession go?

The thought horrified me.

What if he never replied? What if he didn't even receive them?

Just then, I had another thought interrupting the first one. I wasn't some stalker, I'm just dedicated, and I should be patient enough to wait for him. And, I am. 

These coming few days were going to be very tough and blood-draining- not only because of exams, but I had to stay away from my drug- my Malik.

How will I stay away from him? How will I ever stop writing these letters to him? How...